Harry Potter’s Morning Light

  Chapter 1977 behind closed doors (11)

  In many cases, the tolls used for road repairs are not really used for road repairs.

   Smelling the smell of fresh paint, Georgiana looked away from the map.

   Obviously, the roads in ancient Rome were very well built, and the barracks of the stone castle were also very strong, and there was no need to spend money on repairs, so this command post for the gathering of senior officers was created.

Borbec is not a feasting Paris. There are no entertainment facilities, no churches, but there is a large cemetery, a market, and some horse-drawn carriage workshops and blacksmith shops. It looks like what it was like in the Middle Ages. appearance.

  This area is still using beacon towers, but northern France and Ghent are already using telegrams.

  To be honest, living in this house is much more comfortable than last night, and she can feel the atmosphere of civilization here. The outside environment reminded her of Roha's novels, whether it is a werewolf or a vampire may appear.

  When Napoleon was in Egypt, he would also organize people to perform operas. She estimated that these officers would not do that.

  Last year the French troops stationed in Turin attacked a fort guarded by Italians with a French flag. This is known to the whole of Europe.

  It’s like this without drinking, it’s obviously a bad idea to ship wine and wine making equipment here.

  It didn’t take long for Brittany to calm down. Although they were not completely calm, these people could not rest.

  Although the countryside is calm, it is a bit suffocating. Something happens, and life is fresh.

   Bonaparte said that what he likes about the army is that at least they know not to ride the general’s horse.

   "Damn bastard," she said, clutching her aching head.

  She never thought that she would be part of the romance affair.

  At this moment, there was the heavy footsteps of a war horse stepping on the grass. Before she had time to look at the window, Matilda was already running over.

   "Madam, the first ruling is back!"

  She didn’t know what was so exciting about it.

  She put the map away, revealing the unopened letter. She was really in no mood now, so she asked Matilda to put it away and told her not to let Philel know.

  She remembers clearly that Mrs. Dubari was reported by a slave who had previously served her.

  She reacted after the explanation, she did not freshen up, if it is Josephine, I am afraid that the previous time has been used for dressing up, and Georgian is still wearing the previous dress.

  She sorted out the wrinkles on her clothes like a dead sheep, and then just greeted "Caesar".

   Soon she heard footsteps, and it didn’t take long for Bonaparte to walk into her room.

  He looked at her up and down, and said nothing.

  She looked at the mud on his boots and said nothing.

  "Are you perfunctory me?" After holding back for a long time, he said in a haughty tone.

   "Actually not." Georgiana smiled coldly. "I and Josephine are women of different nature. I can't do three or four sets of clothes a day."

  He looked out the window, not knowing what he was thinking, then turned his gaze to her.

   "Don't you like to play oil painting games? How is it like last time?"

"what?"

   "Girl with pearl earrings." He took off his cloak and threw it on the sofa "I want to admire it."

   "You have nothing to do?"

  He ignored her and walked directly to the low cabinet and poured a glass of water.

  His profile is indeed very Greek and classical, but his soul is not a philosopher who wore a robe like Aristotle and Socrates and argued at the Academy of Athens.

  Compared with yesterday, today is going smoothly. She didn't want to add trouble with him at this time, so she went to change clothes next door.

  Matilda and Margaret are eavesdropping, and when they see her coming in, they pretend that nothing happened.

   "Go and take out the cloth that Rouen bought." She said to the two, and walked to the dressing table.

  She wondered if Bonaparte had heard of paintings of living people when he was in Italy. It was a very popular way of playing in the upper-class society of Naples, and it looked like a painting in the magical world.

  At this moment, she remembered again last night, she shouldn’t have used her magic wand to make her clothes like that.

   "Madam." Matilda said cautiously, holding the blue curtain in her hand.

   "You all go out." She said, and the two girls put down the cloth they found and left her bedroom.

  She took out the magic wand, turned her clothes brown, then wrapped the blue cloth around her hair, and then put on pearl earrings.

  When she got dressed up and went out, Bonaparte sat on the sofa with her back facing her, his dark gray cloak hung in front of him, and the "model" was almost in place.

  She walked over slowly, stood still in front of the cloak, breathing and heartbeat very fast.

   "Look at me." He said majesticly.

  She did exactly what he said. His eyes were very focused and his expression was very serious. It didn't seem to be funny at all.

   "Did you curse me?"

  The blurry and ambiguous atmosphere disappeared all at once.

   "Who told you that!" she asked in angrily.

   "You are a witch, witches will curse for love." He said solemnly.

  She gritted her teeth and stared at the dwarf.

  Why is she not normal? Find a tall and handsome man!

   "I won't prove myself." Giorgioanna said, "You also know French wizards. They can check for you."

  He continued to stare, and suddenly moved to speak.

   "If you didn't spell me, why is it all in my mind?"

  This change was a bit huge, and she didn't react.

   "Do you miss me?" he asked.

   "We only met at noon," she said.

  He stood up, walked up to her at a charge, and kissed him.

   "I must be dreaming." She closed her eyes and said.

  She must have lost her mind to have such delusions.

   "I love you, Georgiana." He lost control and said, "What can I do to replace him?"

   "We have been together for thirty years." She said exhaustedly, "You said you will wait until next year's Portuguese moon."

  He held her tight.

  "Tell me, what do you want to tell me on the beacon tower?"

"how do you know?"

  "I saw you want to talk but stopped, and then I remembered this picture. The girl with pearl earrings also opened her lips."

   "You may be upset when you hear it now." She reluctantly said, "I warn you, that's not love."

   "Tell me." He said, kissing her neck.

   "Someone told me that the textile industry in Normandy is the largest and the most backward. It seems to be prosperous. In fact, the conflicts between workers and employers have become more and more with the expansion. Don't be fooled by the illusion, Leon."

   "Go on." He held her and said easily.

   "And those defenders, their lives are too boring."

   "Maybe because they are not as interesting as I am."

  She can't answer the call anymore.

   "What else did you tell me?" He continued to say happily.

"What do you mean?"

   "Napoleon's theorem." He prompted.

  The first thing she thought of was that her paper had been peeked. Later, she thought that it was also possible that Phil had informed her because she had the proof question in her hand.

   "You are right." She said, "I don't think it is weird to remember a theorem."

   "Aren't you weird that Farron talked to you about chemistry endlessly?" He continued to say happily, "You understand, right?"

   "I'm a teacher, how can I teach children if I don't understand this?" she asked back.

   "Give me a baby." He said in her ear, "When she grows up, she will be like you."

  She endured and endured "Do you still think the woman who can give birth is the best?"

  He kissed her again, as if thinking she was talking too much nonsense.

"dinner……"

   "You want to eat fish." He said, "I have someone do it."

   "You don't even know what flavor I want." She said anxiously.

   "You must have cursed me, I want to occupy your time every day, and I don't want to be separated for a minute."

  She covered her ears.

  As a result, he continued to talk love words.

  Don’t listen to any promises made by a French man who is not divorced, no matter how nice he says it.

  She remembered that what she bought in the British Museum that day was "Lover in a Day", in memory of Cleopatra and Anthony. How did she grow longer and longer? He wanted her to stay forever.

  What a greedy ghost.

  (End of this chapter)